Poverty
Poverty
A little child waits without an evening meal
The smiles of street children fade into distance
Worn clothes lie piled, unable to meet the earth
Sorrows soaked in tears speak through silence
Hands stretch out, begging for a morsel of food
The wind waited for all year turns empty
Homes gasp under the weight of hardship
Living without words, untouched by light
Drops of river water turn into distant dreams
Even the cool summer breeze brings no comfort
In cold nights, hunger keeps its rhythm alive
Poverty marks the heart, impossible to forget
GR kaviyoor
08 01 2026
(Canada, Toronto)
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